I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

imagine what he looked like. She said nothing, but

her skin, burning her. She felt

crush on a boy, only for

feelings and reject her.

as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re

she still couldn’t easily resolve this

had said those things on

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excuse. No one would

Seth.

her face while Seth

herself to calm down. You have nothing

that pep talk to herself, Isabella slowly got up from her

the rear-view mirror

would kill to be the wife of the company

wife… Seth frowned, something stirring in his heart.

had witnessed in the

conversation explicitly stated Isabella wanted

the president’s wife.

stayed by your side for five years and

left you. Even if you

be hard for me not to fall for you.” Isabella tried

Seth

the driver’s seat. Some light passed through

Isabella tried to

saw was the back of his head. She could only rely on her

hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps

hair, speaking calmly. “You’re

why are you holding

else was fake, but the last part was true.

it, so it sounded genuine. Seth was already

the

had said in the morning. That idiot

me to hold you back